If you remembered the worst beating your parents gave you, tell us your offense let's laugh together.

Mine: I accidentally fell and the pap I went to grind poured away and the plastic bucket broke into pieces. Hmmm in short dat was how two of my front teeth cracked because of the beating my momsy gave me.

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My dad caught me romancing a girl while I was still in secondary school.


Incase y'all don't know the girl is now my WIFE

I broke a window, and a TV stand in one week. Imagine receiving general beating as a last Born. Nobody to tell you sorry.

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The day I went to greet one of my guy living very far away from my home
he had a SEGA game console then,
I came home around 11pm almost midnight,
I knocked at the door, but suprisely my mum opened it and I went in.
I was shaking at first but the Expression on my mum's face was friendly...
I asked if dad was at home she said yes he was asleep, immediately in my mind I know say i don die be that oo..
I shrugged it off and went to bed.
In the middle of the night around 2am I think, I heard kpaiiiiiiii on my back, the pain was so severe that I woke up, i thought it was a dream but the next slap woke me up to reality, my dad was standing like Anthony Joshua on my bed, he punched and kicked the living hell out of me, I was just shouting my eye oo, Daddy u have burst my eye ooo, still he continued ,the beating was hell that night
I didn't go to school for weeks
I told my friends I wasn't feeling well cus if they knew what transpired that night, I'll be a laughing stock till that term ends, but still they didn't believe me because of my black eye...
since then I behave like a fowl that comes home to sleep around 6:55pm in the evening..
One of the terrible experiences I had with my late dad

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I can’t relate

I prefer not to talk

back then when I was caught in action with one of our neighbour's daughter in our store-room, Omo come see beating from my dad like say na person I kill. my childhood friends are still using that event to mock and make fun of me till date

Crashed my dad's one and ONLY car against the usual Lagos road menace... Danfo drivers.

Dat beating ehn... no be for dis world.

I failed my exam.
My dad knows I'm trying when it comes to academic but he's been hearing that I played too much in school. Jss2.
So he waited until our results came out and it was obvious.
I chop beating throughout until the next term result came out, which I passed in flying colour.
E no funny, I come dey wonder whether na the man born me self, any kpekem na better lash for only me. My result changed from parallel red to parallel blue. I didn't believe it.

I can't remember my mum ever beating me. highest she'll report me to dad. she spoil me too much.

Mine goes like this: I just got back from school one precious, sunny Wednesday afternoon. Having trekked a far distance from school to our house, I was so tired and needed food & water. The Sun those years can be very deadly.

Luckily for me, mum happened to be at home when I arrived. I greeted her (as it is a custom in the Igbo tribe to greet an elder even when you just finished using the toilet) . I went to drop my bag, still putting on my school wears.

I was famished, hungry, tired, felt like I was gonna die. . Well, mummy saw this look on my face, and already knew where it was coming from. She drew me closer to her bosom and caressed my stubborn head. . But, before coming upstairs, I saw my goons playing football down the street. My eyes didn't lit up because hunger already rained darkness on my eyes. .

Mum made Indomie (The original One oh, not this nonsense they're doing these days). She garnished it with sardine and plantain. Men, I tore my t-shirt in half trying to devour the piece in front of me. . It took me barely 5mins to clean that plate.

Men! Those good ole days! Buhari issa bastard ni! . So, immediately I was done with the food, my eyes were liberated from the darkness. I remembered my goons. I slowly picked up my plate and gently took it to the kitchen. With the precision and sleekness of a serpent, I picked up buckets and called out that I wanted to go fetch water for the house.

Mum was delighted! "Oh, What a good boy he is", she said. I hurried out of the house with joy. I just fooled an elder. I was the BOSS. Emini Baller! Oshey! When I got downstairs, I dropped my bucket and ran towards the gathering of spectators and players.

They called out to me with tears of joy! I was dubbed Kanu Nwankwo. They hailed! My head swelled up with pride, not knowing the swelling was for the pain I'm yet to go through. .

Anyway, I got into the match right away. I played with vibe, energy, and power. Oh Boy! I was that good! Suddenly, the whole spectators were laughing. They called out my name. I thought it was a dribble I just completed!

Omo, the next thing, I turned and saw a hefty woman with doubled canes running towards us. I was laughing at the person that would get the beating. On a closer look, it was my beautiful mother coming to slaughter me. . I kukuma stopped playing and walked to her to receive my beating sharply!

So, folks, that is my worst beating experience!

I watched porn and they found the disc banner

I changed my mind

My mom got to know that I was rolling with some bad kids on the street that I've been warned severally to stay away from; we lived in Ejigbo, Lagos then - she got to know that I borrowed them my bicycle to ride for few minutes and they failed to return it. I got an everlasting stitched scar on my left eyebrow while I was running away from her beatings and I hit my eyebrow against the sharp edge of our TV set - it's been 22 years but the scar still remains.

longetivity:
My dad caught me romancing a girl while I was still in secondary school.


Incase y'all don't know the girl is now my WIFE

sure?

so many, but one could immediately come to mind was a night my dad returned home from his work station (he comes home once or twice a month). he returned late into the night (we've all gone to sleep), he and my mum had to visit someone within the vicinity soon as he came.
just for me and my immediate younger sister to keep an eye on the soup on the fire then extinguish the stove there after, the devil that has perfected it's plan for that night drove us away from kitchen to the room.
all I could remember was I sat on the edge of the bed, only for me to be woken up with unlimited slaps and beating from sleep (I slept off soon as I sat on the edge of my bed).
I jolted to consciousness want to rush to the kitchen but it was too late, nothing to salvage, the rescue team that was on time had been able to salvage the ash from the soup in the pot.
at this point my dad took over from the unlimited slaps and beating of my mum to unleash what we call the thorough beating.
I knew my dad wasn't about the food but my carelessness and impatience. till date I keep asking myself, why didn't I exercise that three minutes of patience!?

Can't remember

Hmmmmmmmmmm, if I talk I will be in trouble, however, I will talk.
It was when I ate a piece of meat from my uncle's pot, who was still a bachelor and a primary school teacher.
I remember I was in Primary 1/2
anyways, thanks to all the disciplines I received, those really mould me

I was tied to a table and given the beating of my life

When I was in js2 I remember going to my classmate's house with other classmates. That was the first time I saw ps2....After playing it I fell in love with play station...I would go to his house every Saturday just to play PS....when I realised I was becoming a pest to his parents I then decided to save up and buy ps1...anyways after like 3 months of starvation (lunch money) and trekking (transport money to school) I finally saved up the money...it was about 9k then.....when my dad found out I wanted to spend 9k on a game he warned me not buy that shit and bring to the house....I was so devastated. ..so I decided to take the money to game house to play ps with the money....I can remember playing till the owner of the shop told me he wanted to close...around 11pm....when I saw the time, I started shaking cause I know my dad.....when I got home I got the beating of my life when dey found out I was playing game since 2pm when the school closed......by 3am my dad came to my room and asked me for the 9k I saved up.....bro It was remaining #700. Now imagine the beating I got

I broke our kitchen knife!
I was forming hard man with it against my peers,
I stroke it on a plank to intimidate a particular boy but unfortunately for me the knife broke into two parts.!

before that happens my mum warned me to return the knife and stop d rough play but I ignored her warnings.!

Now my mum is a very quiet woman, she rarely talks. and before then she never raised her hand against me. that day I met my Waterloo, she gave me proper beatings that even today I haven't forgotten about it..

I was 7-8 years then and that was d first and last time she ever laid her hand on me. now I'm in my late 20s and I haven't forgotten about that beatings that I received about 20+ years ago.

mum I love u.. best mum on Earth.

wont forget the encounter with my compound girl called eleajo. i think i should be in primary 4 then about 10 years old. we locked ourselves up in the house while everyone was away, we were playing married peoples play with my small carrot.
after some months her dad came with the girl to my house one early morning and threatened to cut off my penis. the girl was apparently gossiping about it with her friend and was over heard by her aunt.
THAT DAY MY MOTHER WENT OUT AND CAME BACK WITH A MOPOL MAN THAT FLOGGED THE HELL OUT OF ME.
I COULD NOT COME OUT INTO THE COMPOUND FOR ABOUT 1 WEEK AFTER DUE TO THE SHAME AS THE RUMOURS HAD SPREAD ROUND.

ANY TIME I REMEMBER ELEJO I JUST SMILE AND SHAKE MY HEAD.. GOD BLESS MY MOTHER.

Abacha days....fell and poured the last 10litres of kerosene in house on the floor

Hahaha.
I remember it vividly, I broke TV and TV stand while imitating Jet Li